This dream takes place right after the one where Daerundros dreamed of being a Sharisad, after her former dream slowly fades, she is taken to a new one.
"The Power of Debt can be one of the most dangerous weapons."
Elvish patterns were to be seen, adorning the walls, and Daerundros curiously floated in what appeared to be some type of hearing room, flying to and fro and try and see what on earth was happening.
Elvish figures, clad in the uniforms of the Vanimar, were to be seen. Daerundros swiftly hissed as she saw them line up and assemble in a Military fashion, bowing respectfully before a figure she recognized as Anglachelm.
He spoke swiftly in Quenya, too fast for Daerundros to even hear what was being said, however, as he finished his sentence, the doors opened, followed by two Elves apparently holding a squirming something tightly, to prevent it's escape. Daerundros peered at the figure. It was clothed in dark-red garbs, sewn in some southern fashion, slightly bloodstained, and barely conscious.
Minyelaírë.
Swiftly at this thought, she was falling down from her floating state, and she became solid, sitting upon a non-existent chair.
"Can you testify, that this thi--," An Elf said briefly, speaking to her, he stopped midway at "thing" before he changed the word, "Is innocent?"
"Wha-? How-? Why-?" Daerundros stuttered, seated upon the beautiful Elvish throne.
"Minyelaírë "Loteriel" Shiannaféya Isyahadinsi, is accused of Mortally wounding an Elf and stealing from a lord of the Vanimar." The Elf said. Tyelepoma stood up, grinning at me in a sort of arrogant way, and I snarled back at him.
"If she were ambushed by someone, clearly she would do anything to save her own life instead of letting herself die?" Daerundros said quietly, reasoning. A thrall of voices could be heard, some agreeing, many disagreeing, and others unsure. She became aware that there was not merely an audience of Vanimar seated, but other Elves as well.
"And the stealing?" The Elf looked at me quietly, "How do you explain that?"
"If you hadn't treated her like some sort of filthy rodent, none of this would have happened!" Daerundros scowled. Alarmed, Tyelepoma stood up.
"It was her fault that I nearly died, can you get yourself out of that?"
Daerundros laughed at him, and laughed, and laughed, until she was out of breath, taking in some air, she continued.
"Tyelepoma Glingalindo, you are indebted to me!" Daerundros chuckled, there was a hiss of outrage.
"Oh?" Tyelepoma peered at her, his eyes fierce. Her own black eyes retiliated with the nastiest glare she could muster, "How so?"
"Ah, it was I who sent you the cure that healed your mortal injury!" Daerundros laughed, many faces gasped in shock, but others simply shook their heads in disbelief. Tyelepoma looked at me again, searching my expression for any lie, this time, "How can you be certain?" He said.
"How can I be certain?" Daerundros giggled, "Oh, I am certain! That Antidote, that phial, it contains Uilos, the Ever-white, one of the rarest herbs found in the Trollshaws, and one of the only herbs strong enough to cure poison inflicted by the brood of Ungoliant!"
So many things happened at once. There were the archers, getting ready to shoot arrows at Daerundros. There were the council of Elves, arguing, and there was finally Tyelepoma. His arrogant look was replaced by one of shock and fear, and Daerundros grinned; He knew she was not lying.
